summary: Months have passed, and you have found yourself struggling to find your place at Grover Cleveland Middle, leading to thinking about transferring, especially with your complicated relationship with your co-worker. Ryland sees the transfer forms on your desk when asking for stickers, and brings it up in a distasteful way. You are reminded of the last time you saw him.
tags: 18+ SMUT, AFAB reader, fluff, angst, kissing in the rain, confessions, showering together (no sex), oral (m and f receiving), face sitting, p in v, switch!ryland (switch!reader), hair pulling, dumbification, crying during sex, mating press, creampie, bruises and hickies, consent checks, ryland talks you through it, multiple orgasms, ryland is so in love with you, enemies to lovers, rivals w benefits, no use of Y/N for reader insert, porn with plot (pwp), not beta read.
notes: IT'S FINALLY HERE! golly gosh i'm so sorry i got carried away and it ended up being much longer than planned, hence the delay. I love you all <3 I hope you enjoy!
part one - part two - part three - part four
NSFW UNDER THE CUT! MDNI
The soft patter of rainfall resounded within your classroom, the grey clouds casting a dim light through the glass. The students had gone home for the day, and here you sat marking some homework, a quiet hum of a song on your lips. It was late autumn now, the leaves having changed and fallen, as they usually do, as the days have gotten darker and colder. A thermos of tea sat on your desk, steaming at the lip.
A few of your coworkers had found out that Grace and you had attended the same grad school, through some ethical stalking of your old Facebook account, to which you now tried your best to avoid contact with most of the staff. Of course they noticed, and fortunately they took it as a sign to stop prying into your personal life.
However, this did lead to you being alone most breaks, lunches, and evenings. Not that you minded - the quiet has always been something you enjoyed - but now the only person you really talked to at work was the one person you actually wanted to avoid. Part of you wondered if you should put in a transfer request, and with every day you felt the eyes on you that part of you grew stronger and louder. It got to the point that the transfer request sat on your desk, only waiting for your signature.
If not for your students, you would have sent it in weeks ago.
You had gotten incredibly attached to your classes, and in the few months that you’ve worked here, you had been told by multiple parents of your positive effects on their children. The mere thought brought a smile to your face, your features lighting up as you continued to write in red ink.
A knock on your door broke your train of thought, your smile falling as your eyes met the guest at your door, standing in his usual grey suit.
He immediately raised his hands at your stony gaze, sighing through his nose. “It’s for the kids.”
Your gaze softened immediately, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose, your other hand waving in a gesture for him to state his case.
“I’ve run out of stickers, and I’m halfway through grading papers for tomorrow.” Grace began, taking a tentative step into your classroom. “Could I borrow some of yours? The students without them would be heartbroken.”
You paused for a moment, before sighing in defeat as you gestured him to come closer, spinning in your chair to reach the lower shelf of your desk cabinet. Your fingers quickly found the laminate sheets, a gentle smile on your face as your eyes caught the shimmer of gold stars. You held them out for him to take, only for him to not do so, causing you to raise an eyebrow in confusion.
You followed his gaze to your transfer form that lay on your desk, not missing the conflicted emotions that swirled in his eyes. His lips parted to speak, only for the words to get caught in his throat, his brow furrowed.
“I haven’t decided yet.” You sighed, placing the gold stickers down, gaze avoiding his. “I’m planning on staying until the winter break at least.”
“You want to leave again?” With the way his face quickly morphed between expressions, you could tell he immediately regretted the words that slipped from his mouth, especially the adverb ‘again’.
Your heart leaped into your throat, jaw clenching as you swallowed the years of buried grief. You drew a sharp breath through grit teeth as you simply pushed the stickers into his hands, and he easily took the hint, exiting the room and shutting the door behind him.
Thunder roared outside as you sunk into your chair, palm on your chest as your eyes scanned over the transfer forms yet again. You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at Grace, he was right after all.
You were always running away.
*~*~*
Your phone buzzed endlessly with congratulations, after your supervisor accidentally spread the news of your new job to the rest of your cohort. Sitting at your desk, you sighed as you turned your phone off, eyes drawn to the droplets of rain that cascaded down the glass of your window. The sun had long since set, the room illuminated solely by the warm light of your desk lamp as your eyes fluttered shut, focused on the sound of the storm raging outside.
After months of interviews and assessments, you had finally secured a job at the MRC Laboratory of Molecular Biology, a company that you’d been striving for a position ever since you were in high school. It all felt a little unreal to you, and so you had kept the news mostly to yourself, but you let it slip at your final meeting with your supervisor. A job at MRC is incredible for anyone in your field, and in the midst of celebration, your supervisor had let everyone else know, much to your dismay. As brilliant as an institution MRC was, it was situated in Cambridge, in the UK - you would be leaving California, with no known return date.
You wanted to be the one to tell him, you didn’t want him to hear about it like this.
But alas, here you were, the news spreading like wildfire throughout your cohort, and you were positively certain he had caught wind of it by now. Part of you felt relieved that you wouldn’t have to figure out how to break it to him, you were sure you would have said something stupid, something you would have regretted. Maybe you wouldn’t have regretted it? Perhaps it would have turned into something beautiful.
But no, you had no reason to see him again now, with your graduation having passed and your flight next week, there was no point in saying goodbye.
Your train of thought was derailed by a frantic knock on the door, your brow furrowed in confusion as the rattling continued. With the lightning flashing outside, only someone stupid would be out at this time.
You quickly made your way to your front door, fingers hasty against the lock before you swung it open, your heart jumping to your throat at the sight before you.
There Ryland Grace stood, hair flat against his forehead as droplets obscured his glasses. He wore a grey hoodie, which was drenched through, his whole body shaking. Your name fell from his lips, a pitiful sound as he looked at you.
“What…” You could barely find the words to say, eyes darting anywhere but his. “Why are you here, Grace?”
He removed his glasses as he took shelter on your porch, his chest heaving as you took a better look at him in the light. A mess was an understatement, disheveled and scattered, anguish swimming in those blue eyes of his. Did he run all the way here?
“You… You’re leaving?” Grace swallowed thickly, trying to catch your averted gaze. Your jaw tightened at his words, arms folded as you took a deep breath.
“Why do you care?” Your voice came out sharper than you intended, and you didn’t miss the way he flinched at your words. “We agreed that we’d stop once we graduated, which was weeks ago. In fact, you shouldn’t even be here.” You buried the ache that bloomed in your chest at his crestfallen expression.
“No.” He said firmly, shaking his head, “don’t give me that bullshit.” You could see the tension in his shoulders as he spoke, quivering with each breath.
“Bullshit?” You groaned, rolling your eyes. “I’ve finally achieved all I’ve ever wanted since I was a teenager, Grace. What we have, what we had… It didn’t mean-”
“Don’t you dare.” He cut you off, tears lining his eyes. His hands came up to angrily wipe away any semblance of his vulnerability. “You were gonna leave without saying anything? Pretend that we aren’t anything? That this - that I - meant nothing to you?”
Your throat felt dry as the words tangled in your throat. What could you say? Could you even say anything?
“I always hated the way you would only call me Ryland if you wanted something from me.” He confessed, fists clenching at his sides. “You didn’t even have to, I would do anything you asked of me.” He laughed wryly. “Because I am yours,” his voice felt small at his admittance, as if you could see straight through him, “my heart, my soul - they’re all yours.”
You could only stare at him as he laid everything bare, a disgusting thing twisting in your chest. Shame? Embarrassment? Or perhaps the slight realisation that you felt the same - something you have always denied squirming to life at his words.
“Tell me I’m not stupid. That I’m not imagining things.” He begged, searching your eyes for anything he could cling to. “Tell me that you love me too.” His voice broke, the sound similar to that of breaking glass with each second that passed. “I love you,” your name followed - a whispered, vulnerable sound.
The silence from you was almost deafening, and with the cold wind that scraped against your skin, you struggled to find your own voice.
“Ryland…” You were lost for words. “Grace, I-” His expression contorted at your struggle, the shame of it all finally getting to him as his shoulders slumped.
“Fuck- this was stupid, I’m sorry.” He bumbled, palms dragging over his face as he shook his head. “I- forget this ever happened. Good luck with everything, you’ll be great.”
Grace almost stumbled over his feet as he turned around, facing the storm that seemed to only grow more furious as time passed. Yet he didn’t look back, as he stepped off of your porch, into the torrential rain.
If you didn’t stop him now, that would be it. You could forget everything that happened between the two of you, and focus purely on your future ahead of you. You would permanently close this door and throw away the key, and you could continue denying your feelings for the years to come, despite the years of burying the yearning and care you held for him.
You would never speak with Ryland again. Never feel the warmth of his touch, the comfort of being in his arms ever again. You would never know what this could’ve been - it could’ve been a truly wonderful thing. His smile flashed in your mind, followed by the look on his face before he turned away.
Before you could even think, your bare feet met wet concrete, rain in your eyes. It was cold, the wind getting under your clothes as the storm seeped into the fabric, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was to reach him, to hold him, to tear your own walls down for him.
He must’ve heard you scrambling down your driveway, as he turned to you with wide eyes, your name falling breathlessly, though it was muted by the downpour. You leaped into his arms, and before you could spend even a second overthinking it, you pressed your lips into his, his arms holding you tightly as you spun in the rain.
It was messy, uncoordinated, teeth clashing and noses bumping, yet so unbelievably perfect. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you fell deeper into the kiss, eyes closed as your heart burst, fireworks flashing behind your eyelids.
He kissed back almost desperately, lips finding yours between each shaky breath. It was everything you imagined, everything you had tried to run away from, yet here you were discovering the beauty of it all.
You pulled away breathlessly, pulse thrumming in your ears as your eyes darted between his, illuminated only by the streetlight above, bathed in orange rain.
“I love you too, Ryland Grace.” You mumbled, taking shelter within the crook of his neck, “...please, stay.” His hands shook at your sides as he pulled you from hiding, a bright grin on his face as he forced himself into your line of sight.
“Say it again.” He teased, lifting your chin with a finger to pepper kisses at the corner of your mouth. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing his face away with a sigh.
“Nevermind. Leave.” You joked, turning away and walking back to your open door.
“Wait, no-” He chased after you, only for you to pull him into another kiss under your porch light, hand gripping the collar of his wet hoodie as the both of you smiled into the kiss. “God…” He murmured as he pressed his forehead against yours, “it’s so much better than I dreamt.”
“You dreamt of me?” You raised an eyebrow at him as you stepped inside, using your damp shirt to wipe the rain from your face.
“I always hoped to find you there.” He said slowly, closing the door behind him. Your heart fluttered at this new romantic side to him that you’d never seen before. It was nice, something you could definitely get used to.
“What a flirt.” You scoffed, peeling your shirt from your body. “Do you want to join me in the shower?”
Grace almost choked on his own saliva at the sight of your bare skin, his eyes glueing to the wall. “I’m the flirt?”
“You’ve seen me naked before.” You tilted your head at his bashful expression, a smirk curling at your lips.
“Yeah, sure.” He shrugged, face hidden behind his hands. “But it means something more now.”
You nodded slowly at his words, finally gauging just how important this meant to him. Your arms crossed over your chest with an embarrassment you hadn’t felt in front of him for years. Were you feeling shy?
“You should probably go first-”
“Nonsense.” Grace immediately shut your proposition down, shaking his head. “My shirt is still a bit dry under this, and it’s your shower.”
“Okay…” You smiled softly, “you’re free to join me, but don’t feel pressured to, of course.” You took a deep breath, a hand on the banister leading up the stairs. “You know where the towels are.”
He gave you a warm smile before you went up the stairs, slipping into your bathroom with a dopey grin. You tried your best to ignore the sound of your own heart in your ears as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Raindrops remained on your skin, reflecting the bright bathroom lights. You peeled yourself from your remaining clothes as you ran the water, fingers dipping into the stream to test the temperature.
Hot steam rose from the tiles as you finally stepped under the shower, a quiet groan of relief slipping from your lips as warmth envelops your cold skin. A delighted hum of a song you could never remember the name of vibrated in your throat as you relished the buzzing feeling in your chest. Your eyes fluttered closed as you ran your palms over your face, not hearing the latch of the door or the shuffle of clothes on the other side of the curtain.
You almost jumped out of your skin at the feeling of his touch ghosting your waist, lips pressing a light kiss to your shoulder. His hands were light, tentative and hesitant, as he stood behind you.
You tilted your head to catch him in the corner of your eye, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the bright red at the tips of his ears. “Hello there, Dr. Grace.” You spoke teasingly, only for his grip on your waist to tighten for a moment. You could hear his breath catch in his throat at your words, his eyes screwing shut as he shakes his head.
“...still not used to that.” He mumbled under his breath, before testing your name with the ‘Dr’ prefix just as you had moments before. You shuddered at the sound. He was right, it was definitely something to get used to.
You turned around to face him fully, and despite standing here naked together, his eyes still avoided your body, either staying locked with yours or drifting to the walls or ceiling. “Are you alright?” You asked quietly, pulling him under the shower with you. His shoulders almost immediately relaxed under the water, a shaky breath escaping him.
“...I didn’t come in here for sex.” He said suddenly, your eyes widening at his words, before you nodded with a small smile.
“That’s okay.” You spoke quietly.
“I just wanted to shower together.” Ryland continued, laying his forehead on your shoulder. Your hand instinctively comes up to pet the back of his head, nails scratching at his scalp. “Just ignore… y’know.”
Of course you had noticed his little friend had been alive and kicking the moment he entered the shower, but out of respect, as well as an unspoken nervousness on your part, you had resisted every urge you had to just kneel and take it in your mouth. It sat so pretty, tip flushed and glossy.
You heeded his requests and focused on anything else, which wasn’t too difficult with his hands on you. No words were necessary as you began to help each other wash off the rain, your hands gently tugging at his damp, blond locks as you massaged shampoo into his scalp. It felt almost transcending when he did the same for you, something beautiful and bright blooming in your chest.
He was so unbelievably gentle with you, yet applying just the right pressure with his fingertips against your scalp, or when scrubbing you down. It was so sweet and domestic, something you hadn’t felt in years. In fact, you couldn’t even remember the last time someone made you feel this way.
Finally, you rinsed each other off and turned off the water, Ryland pressing yet another kiss to your forehead.
“You’re a lot more affectionate than I expected.” You murmured as he dried you off with your towel, wrapping it around you.
“It’s surprising me too.” He admitted, wiping himself down and wrapping his own towel around his waist. “But I can’t help it.” He added, giving you a shy smile, “it’s been building up for a while.”
You spared him a questioning glance as you both made your way to your bedroom, “how long is a while?”
He avoided your gaze as you fished out some clothes for the both of you, a sheepish smile on his lips. “Do I have to answer that?” He sighed, sitting on your bed.
“Not really, but would you really deny me the satisfaction?” You raised an eyebrow as you shot him a winning smile, putting your underwear on under your towel. He groaned as he surrendered to your power immediately, falling backwards onto the bed as he threw on his own clothes, towel over his shoulders.
“A long time.” He mumbled through his palms, peeking at you through parted fingers as you sat on the bed next to him, wearing a fresh set of pyjamas.
“We’re scientists, Dr. Grace.” You joked playfully, “an exact measurement of time would be greatly appreciated.”
He sighed through his nose as he rolled onto his side to face you, pulling you down to lie next to him. “You have got to stop calling me that.” He said, voice lower than before.
A sly smile curled at your lips as he stared at you with that familiar darkness in his eyes. “Oh?” You said breathlessly, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek, the stubble of his beard tickling your palm. “Is that not your name,” your tone was teasing, dangerous, as your thumb played at his bottom lip, “Dr. Grace?”
There was a shimmer of vulnerability in his eyes as he held your gaze, breathing steadily through his nose. Your name slipped from his lips in a low growl - more of a plea than a warning.
You sat up from the bed, swinging your leg over his hips to straddle his waist, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Is this okay?” You murmured against his skin, holding yourself up with palms against his broad chest. He failed to stifle the quiet whimper that hummed at the back of his throat, hands quick to find your waist.
“Y-Yeah…” He stammered, throwing his head back. “Fuck… careful, it’s been up for almost an hour.” He hissed as you gently rocked on his bulge, peppering kisses down his throat. “I-I’m sorry if I don’t last long.” Ryland mumbled as you went lower, lifting his shirt to kiss down his happy trail.
“Just relax.” You hummed soothingly, giving him a warm smile as you kissed his print through the thin fabric of his pyjama pants. “You can be selfish.” You uttered as you ghosted a palm over his shaft, relishing in the muffled groan he hides behind his forearm.
You slowly pull the fabric of his pants down, his member springing harshly from its confines, planting a soft kiss on the tip. Amusement blossomed in your chest at the sticky pre-cum that dripped over the head, his cock the hardest you’ve possibly ever seen it. He sat up, leaning back on his palms as you lay lazily between his legs.
“You…” He breathed, hand reaching out to caress your cheek. “You’re so beautiful.” His words had your heart racing, a bashful sort of emotion pulling your eyes away from his intense gaze.
In order to distract yourself from your pulse thrumming in your ears, you licked a stripe from base to tip, taking pride in the way that his breath stuttered at the stimulation. His cock twitched eagerly before you enveloped the tip within your mouth, tongue swirling over the head as you held onto the base with your dominant hand.
“Ngh… shit…” He groaned through grit teeth, eyebrows tilted upwards as he stared down at you, chest heaving as his mind reeled. “So good… feels so good, baby…”
You’d forgotten just how thrilling it was to hear the sounds he made when you took control, the breathy whimpers and low groans - shyness overcome by pleasure. It always went straight to your core, and you could feel your underwear growing slick as you took him deeper, the tip nudging the back of your throat. Your hand moved up and down whatever length you couldn’t reach, and with the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head, you knew you had him wrapped around your finger.
“W…Wait… f-fuck..” His hips stuttered, hand tangling in the roots of your hair, “baby, please…”
You pulled off of him with a ‘pop’, yet your hand still stroked him at a steady pace. “It’s okay, let yourself feel good for me.” You kissed his lower abdomen, your hand moving faster, slick with your saliva.
Ryland released with a broken groan, beautiful whimpers of your name spilling from his lips as his seed spurted from his tip, droplets rolling over your knuckles as you slowly pumped him dry. Apologies fell from his lips in babbles, and you quickly silenced him with a kiss, heartfelt and passionate.
“Are you okay, darling?” You murmured against his lips, diverting to plant a kiss on his forehead. His breath shook as he came back to his senses, brow furrowed.
“Mhm..” he nodded slowly, catching your lips in yet another kiss. “‘m perfect.” He smiled against your lips as he gently nudged his nose against yours, “you’re perfect.”
You laughed quietly at his words, ignoring the way your heart soared.
After wiping down the evidence of his pleasure with a damp cloth, he sat up, removing his shirt. You quickly found your place on his chest, only for him to shake his head.
“You think I’d let you rest without paying you back?” Ryland clicked his tongue in disappointment, hands working hastily on your lower garments. He laid back on the bed, facing the ceiling, “come take a seat, beautiful.” He murmured, and who were you to say no?
It wasn’t a position you’d done often, so you were hesitant as you straddled his face, knees digging into the pillows as you hovered tentatively over his face.
“Nuh-uh, you don’t get to be shy now.” He growled, before his fingers dug into your thighs, pulling your cunt shamelessly onto his mouth, clit catching on the tip of his nose.
He lapped at your core like a man starved, tearing a cry of pleasure from you like it was his job. Your hands found his hair in a second, roughly tugging at his scalp, only egging him on further. Ryland groaned against your pussy, tongue dipping into your entrance as you ground your hips against his nose.
“Tastes so good…” He hummed, drawing yet another moan from you as he sucked and licked desperately. Every flick of his tongue sent electricity up your spine, legs shaking with each wave of pleasure that he gifted to you. Your vision blurred, breathy moans spilling from your lips. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you…” A broken whimper tore from the back of your throat as he pulled you down to suck harshly on your clit, and despite all of your efforts to escape, his hands held onto you like a death trap. You were sure his fingers would leave bruises, but the thought only had you growing wetter.
Ryland was relentless in his ministrations, words becoming scarce as he honed in on his task, moans filling the room under the low lamp-light.
Sometimes you hated how well he knew your body, with the speed he had your orgasm coiling in your stomach. However, you knew you were lucky, and with the way your legs quivered and your walls tightened around nothing, the both of you knew you were close.
“C’mon…” He groaned against your core, keeping at his constant pace, “let go for me…” You didn’t know he could hold you even tighter, yet he was always proving you wrong.
Your hips twitched as your climax quickly approached, the coil winding further and further, Ryland’s name a mantra on your lips as you screwed your eyes shut.
“Nono…” He mumbled. You cried out in protest once he pulled your hips off of his mouth, brow furrowed in desperation. “You gotta look at me when you cum.” He ordered, and once you nodded eagerly, only then did he continue.
It was dizzying, trying to maintain eye contact with Ryland as he stared up at you with blown out pupils, lust and adoration swimming in his eyes. There was no hope in holding back your whimpers as he continued to swirl his tongue between your folds, your orgasm picking up exactly where it left off, which just so happened to be at the edge.
Your climax rippled through you unapologetically as you struggled to hold his gaze, hips quivering as your fingers scraped against his scalp, a guttural moan tearing from your chest. He continued to lap at you through your orgasm, slowing down with each aftershock. Your lungs heaved as you came back down to earth, shuffling back onto his chest as he stared up at you with a proud grin.
His hair was a mess, strands sticking in whatever direction they wished, as his chin and nose glistened with your slick. A laugh passed through him as his eyes scanned your blissed out state, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your skin, illuminated by the warm light.
After wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Ryland sat up to pepper kisses across your collarbone and jaw, whispering praises under his breath. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his forehead against yours as you settled in his lap.
Much to your surprise, his cock was hard once again, your breath hitching at the way it stood tall between the two of you.
“We don’t have to keep going, if it’s too much.” Ryland mumbled in reassurance, nuzzling under your chin.
You sighed through your nose, pulling your pyjama shirt off with a small chuckle. “When have you known me to leave a job half done?” You rolled your eyes playfully, yelping as he flipped you over onto your back, bouncing against the mattress. You didn’t even notice him remove his pants, only feeling his bare thighs against your ass as your ankles laid on his shoulders, where they belonged.
“Yeah?” He smirked at your startled expression, and you barely caught the flush of his cheeks in the low light. “I want to make love to you. Is that okay?” He asked quietly, hands stroking up and down your legs, peppering kisses along your calf as his heavy member rutted against your sensitive folds.
“Mmh.. yes, please.” You nodded, giving him an encouraging smile once you caught the vulnerability in his eyes.
You breathed deeply as he sunk into your core, his cock sliding in effortlessly as your walls eagerly pulled him in. Curses caught in your throat as he pressed deeper, stilling once he was all the way in, his tip snug against your cervix. You could feel him pulse inside of you, his brow furrowed as his gaze hazed over, hands never staying in one place too long. You felt so unbelievably full, his size even more prominent now with the lack of movement.
Ryland dragged his cock all the way out but the tip, before slamming his hips down, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your skull with a shattered moan. He held himself there yet again, dropping your legs to nip at your throat, suckling at that sweet spot under your ear, a hand groping at your breast.
“P-Please..” You begged, your hips bucking against his. “Ry… don’t be a t-tease…” You whimpered as he left hickies down your neck, licking the bruises as he still sat seated deep inside of you.
“‘m sorry, baby…” He hummed against your skin, testing another deep thrust. “I’ll take such good care of you, I promise… let me savour you…” He mumbled, beginning to move his hips slowly, his abdomen grinding deliciously against your clit. He hit so deep every time, his tip bumping against your g-spot and kissing your cervix with each thrust.
You could feel him in your throat, head thrown back against the pillows as he consumed all of your senses: his clean scent from just getting out of the shower, yet underlined with his woody musk, the taste of him on your lips with every kiss, the sight of his face contorted in pleasure, eyes full of love, the sound of his moans reverberating in his chest as lewd noises filled the room.
He cursed under his breath as he went just a fraction faster, hands and lips all over you, it was almost overwhelming, if it weren’t for the quiet words of encouragement slipping from him with every thrust.
“That’s it, baby… taking my dick so well…” Ryland praised, your legs quivering. “Awh, my love… you got this, always so good for me…”
Your nails scraped over his shoulders, one hand trailing up his nape to intertwine with his roots at the back of his head. He moaned quietly next to your head as his hips sped up even further.
“Y-You said I could be selfish… right..?” He mumbled in between moans, catching your lips in a messy kiss.
“M-Mmh… yes…” You confirmed, kissing back roughly. “What… fuck… whatever you want…” You could barely get your words out with all of the nasty sounds he pulled from you, playing your body like a fiddle.
Ryland growled as he bit roughly just above your collarbone, before pushing both of your knees up to your chest, into a mating press. The moan that tore from your throat was a sound you didn’t even know you could make, and if anyone told you he could fuck you even deeper, you wouldn’t have believed them, but by god he proved you wrong yet again.
You could barely form a coherent thought with the way he was ruining your pussy, cock bullying your g-spot as his lips never left your skin for even a second. Your mind was just full of him, just as your cunt was.
The sounds slipping from your lips were nothing short of sinful, only encouraging Ryland to keep going, much to your dismay. Your orgasm was again quickly approaching, and with the way his cock twitched deep inside you, hips stuttering with every thrust, you could tell he was close too.
“Cum with me, baby…” He murmured against your throat, his grip on the back of your thighs bruising. “I’ve got you.” He pulled you into another kiss, yet this one felt different, so full of love that it had tears springing in the corners of your eyes.
The coil in your abdomen twisted tighter and tighter, before finally snapping with a jolt of your body, legs shaking. At the same time, he spilled deep inside you with a broken moan, forehead pressed against yours as he gave you shallow thrusts through both of your climaxes. It was a transcending experience, finishing together. It wasn’t something that had ever happened before, and in that moment, you had never felt more adored in your life.
Your lips found each other’s in the come down, moans subsiding through the aftershocks.
“I love you so much.” Ryland mumbled once the fog cleared, kissing away the tears in the corners of your eyes, your name slipping from your lips like something sacred.
“I love you too, Ryland.” You nuzzled your nose against his, giggling quietly.
A low moan escaped you as he pulled out, your whole body sore as he apologised with kisses. He quickly wiped you both down, catching his seed before it could spill out onto your bedsheets. Once he was satisfied, he laid by your side, and you slowly rolled over to face him, your muscles aching in protest.
His fingertips traced over your cheek and down your jaw, brushing lightly over your collarbone before laying his palm flat on your upper arm, stroking gently with his thumb.
“Hello there.” You spoke quietly, suddenly feeling shy under his loving gaze. “You know… you never answered my question.” You recalled, giving him a small smile.
“Oh, right…” His eyes darted between yours as he hesitated on his words, lips parting to speak. “It was, uh, before we…” Ryland almost grimaced in embarrassment as your eyes continued to study him, tracing over each wrinkle in his expression, “...a month or so before our first time?”
You sat up in surprise, jaw dropped as you took his hand into yours. “What?” You spoke breathlessly, your fingers interlacing with his as he looked up at you with unadulterated adoration in his eyes. “You can’t be serious.”
“I swear.” He kissed your knuckles, raising his head onto his other hand. “A lot of people in our cohort had their eyes on you to be fair, I just happened to be one of them.” He confessed with a shrug.
“Lucky you.” You chuckled, laying back down.
“What about you?” He asked, “it’s only fair.”
You sighed as you thought about it, still fiddling with his fingertips. “Mine’s a lot more recent than yours.” You forewarned, avoiding his gaze. “I only figured it out recently, but I think I’ve been denying it for years.” Your voice was small, ashamed, only for him to laugh quietly. You looked up at him in confusion.
“That’s fine.” Ryland reassured you, gently squeezing your hand, “I would have been okay with just agreeing to be friends. Knowing you feel the same at all…” He paused, a bright grin on his face, “I’m on cloud nine.”
You couldn’t help but mirror his smile, before your heart clenched painfully at reality coming back to bite you. You were still leaving in a week. “What now?”
“Hmm…” His smile never faltered, pulling you to his chest as he kissed the top of your head in comfort. He was silent for a moment, before he spoke up again, “why don’t I come with you?”
Your eyes widened at his proposition, head tilting to meet his gaze, “to Cambridge?”
“No, to space.” Ryland said sarcastically, yelping when you poked him in the stomach in retort. “Yes, to Cambridge.” He suddenly realised the weight of his words, stammering, “of course, that’s a huge step, and if you don’t want to live together yet, then we could always do long dist-”
You silenced him with a deep kiss, your arms wrapping around his head as his easily found your waist. “I… yes… I'd love that.” You confessed breathlessly, “you’d really come all the way to the UK for me? Leave everything behind?”
“You are my everything.” He said without missing a beat, thumb caressing your cheek.
Your mind went blank at his words, warmth blooming in your chest as you leaned into his touch.
“Oh, by the way…” Ryland spoke gently, kissing your forehead before gazing at you lovingly. “May I be your boyfriend?”
- - -
The following days you had never felt happier, planning your future together with your new boyfriend leading up to your departure date. Due to the late notice, Ryland had to get a plane a couple days later than you, and so here you stood eagerly at London Stansted Airport, amongst the crowd of people also waiting for their loved ones.
Nerves buzzed in your system as you stood with a sign with Ryland’s name on it, eyes scanning the people in the distance. Your heart raced as people began running into each other’s arms, a small smile on your face.
Minutes passed, and your heart dropped to your stomach as the crowd you stood with grew thin, a lump forming in your throat as you spotted the pilot and flight crew departing. Your knees felt weak as you checked your phone multiple times. This was his flight, no mistake about it, you had booked it together after all.
In the midst of your panic, a staff member approached you with a concerned smile. “Are you alright?” They asked, to which you explained your situation to them
After double checking for his name in the passengers list, and confirming he was, in fact, supposed to be on that flight, the staff member gave you a heartfelt apology before leaving you to your own devices. You sat in that airport for hours, ringing his phone, messaging, but to no avail.
I swear part 3 is in the works I’m just dying in the heatwave I am open to asks and stuff! i have no idea how tumblr works tbh,, any advice would be greatly appreciated 😞
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summary: You quickly got settled into your position at Grover Cleveland Middle, but it quickly became obvious how much you and Ryland avoided each other. Especially with nosy, gossiping kids, it wasn't a surprise to you when rumours began to spread. Tension rises, reminding you of a time Ryland got jealous.
tags: 18+ SMUT, AFAB reader, oral (m receiving), p in v, dom!ryland (sub!reader), hair pulling, choking, overstimulation, dumbification, one spank, crying during sex, drooling, creampie, jealous/possessive!ryland, rough sex, bruises and hickies, consent checks, use of the traffic light system, ryland talks you through it, enemies to lovers, rivals w benefits, no kissing allowed, no use of Y/N for reader insert, porn with plot (pwp), not beta read, angst if you squint, alcohol consumption.
warnings: non-penetrative sexual assault (reader rocks his shit)
notes: so so so sorry for the delay! I was just forever procrastinating this work, but here it finally is! I hope you guys like it :) lmk if I missed any tags, its 3am rn so i'm lwk out of it
part one - part two - part three - part four
NSFW UNDER THE CUT! MDNI
It was clearly in your best interest to avoid Ryland Grace at all costs - barely saying a word when you would exchange papers, preferring to drop things off when the other weren’t in their classroom. It didn’t go unnoticed by surrounding staff as the weeks went by, some of the students had even started rumours, to which you often denied.
That was until the head teacher, your boss, had suggested you sit in on some of Grace’s lessons to align your syllabuses, and to understand the dynamic between him and the kids. You tried to discuss alternatives with her, only for her to be adamant on her decision. Maybe you were just seeing things, but you could have sworn you saw a hint of mischief in her eyes.
So here you were, sitting at the back of his classroom as you watched him teach a lesson on DNA and trait inheritance. He was animated and open, mixing his teaching with casual conversation. You had to be blind to not see how much the kids loved him, something stirring in your chest as you continued to write down notes, staring down at the paper in your lap.
Once he had handed out some worksheets for the students to discuss amongst themselves, whispers grew at the back of the class. You tried to ignore them, as usual (it wasn’t any of your business), until your name wove between their words, your ears perking up at the sound.
“Do you think they hate each other?” A student murmured, unfortunately loud enough to hear. Amusement was evident in your expression as your eyes remained on your notebook, they wouldn’t be fair from wrong.
“I heard they used to date…!” Another chimed in. Your smile faltered at that, accidentally catching Grace’s gaze at the same time. He must have heard it too.
You called out their names with a shake of your head, hushed in order to not disturb the other students. “That is not appropriate.” You sighed at the way they groaned, a chuckle passing your lips. They turned to you in protest, your title on their tongues.
“Everyone is talking about it!” They tried to justify. You scooted your chair closer to their table, glancing at Grace in the corner of your eye yet again. He was already looking at you, but he quickly looked away.
“I wouldn’t mind if it were on the playground, but not in here. Dr. Grace spent a lot of time on these worksheets, I’m sure you’d get a lot out of getting them done.” You spoke gently, watching as they nodded guiltily, looking down in shame. You sighed through your nose, shaking your head with a smile, “he’s not really my type anyway.” A troublesome glee quickly spread on their faces, before they redirected their focus back onto the worksheets in front of them
You returned to your place at the back of the classroom, a smile of success curling your lips as you picked up your pen once again. You tried to write some more notes, only to be distracted by the feeling of being watched.
Your eyes flickered upward, only to catch Grace’s eyes through the glare of his glasses. Only, this time he didn’t look away. A breath gets caught in your throat at the intensity of his gaze, before your brows furrow in disdain, tearing your eyes away from him.
You hadn’t seen that expression on his face for years. In fact, you had assumed that it wasn’t something he had the ability to display anymore.
What a pleasant surprise.
*~*~*
Dim lights and loud music was all that filled your senses, the burn of the alcohol scorching your throat as you took your third shot of the night.
You and many members of your cohort had decided to go to a pub to celebrate finishing your final submission, and after having spent most of the semester painfully sober, you were eager to drink yourself under the table. Your usual academic stress reliever sat at the other end of the bar, a non-alcoholic beer in his hand as he talked to some people around him, although he wasn’t doing much of the talking.
Your train of thought was interrupted by a call of your name, and you turned your head to see an acquaintance that you barely knew, some guy in your labs whose name you hadn’t taken the time to learn. He was an attractive guy, and you weren’t so oblivious not to see the lust that clouded his gaze. The alcohol had transformed you into a bolder, more confident version of yourself, resting your chin on your knuckles as you watched him sit next to you, observing with half-lidded eyes.
“Didn’t expect you to shoot it back like that.” He laughed, glancing at the empty shot glass between your fingers. You raised an eyebrow at him, huffing in amusement.
“Have you been watching me all this time?” You chuckled, voice low, a darkness flashing in your gaze that you’re sure he caught.
“And if I have?” He matched, leaning in closer. “Wouldn’t be the first time.” He confessed, taking another sip of his drink - you assumed to calm his nerves.
You gave him a sultry smile, “can’t blame you.” You were definitely acting out of character, the buzz in your system boosting your ego. “It’s a nice view.”
He laughed at your response, shaking his head. “Your boyfriend let you talk to other guys like this?”
You hummed in confusion, to which he gestures behind him, to where Ryland sat. You looked past his shoulder, amusement blooming in your chest at the deathly glare he directed to the man in front of you. Once his eyes landed on you, he rolled his eyes at the mischievous smirk on your face, before returning his focus to the conversation he was in.
You looked back at your current entertainment, “my boyfriend? Grace?” You scoffed in disbelief, not noticing Ryland’s eyes drifting back to you.
“Well, yeah.” He replied, “I would have asked you out way sooner if you weren’t dating.”
You laughed at the insinuation, shaking your head. “We’re not.” You confirmed, “he’s not my boyfriend, not even my type.” You fiddled with the rim of your glass. You were lying between your teeth and you knew it: Ryland was almost textbook perfect to you. But it wasn’t a whole lie, you didn’t belong to him and he didn’t belong to you - a little extra attention never hurt anybody.
Something sinister flashed in his eyes, “so… what are your plans after this?”
A coldness ran through your veins at his words, your smile faltering just the slightest. “I will be going home.” You stated firmly, your grip on your glass growing tighter. “Alone.”
He frowned at your answer, disbelief on his face. “Alone? You don’t want any company tonight?”
You began to move out of your seat, “not yours, that’s for sure.” You said as you stepped off of the bar stool.
“You can’t just lead a guy on like that.” His voice grew in volume, as he also stood to his feet. “You just need a good fucking, get rid of that nasty attitude.”
Anger bubbled in your chest at his crude words, but you chose to take the high road, turning your heel and deciding to ignore him. You weren’t going to see him around much anyway, he wasn’t worth the trouble.
That was until you felt a smack on your behind.
There was zero hesitation as you swiveled on your heel and drove the shot glass in your hand into his skull, the object shattering upon impact with such force that it knocked him to the ground. Gasps from onlookers headed the silence that followed, save for the music. Blood trickled from your palm as you took a step back, chest heaving with adrenaline.
You stared at his limp body for a moment before you’re dragged by the wrist through the crowd, the music turning off as staff began to survey the situation. You turned your head to look at your saviour, eyes meeting blond hair, glasses reflecting the low light as he pulled you outside. With the haze that clouded your mind, a mixture of panic and alcohol, you didn’t notice him draping his jacket over your shoulders, yet the relief was almost instant, his scent and second hand warmth soothing your nerves.
Ryland was quiet as he hailed a taxi, opening the door for you before he moved to sit on the other side. You held your hand close to your chest to not get blood everywhere.
The ride home was a blur, city lights streaking the windows as you got lost in your thoughts, the effect of the alcohol slowly fading away as the reality of the situation settled in your mind. As the taxi pulled over at your house, Grace opened your door yet again, allowing you to step out - what a gentleman.
He was about to get back into the taxi, before he noticed the blood staining your shirt, crimson leaking between the knuckles of your dominant hand. A sigh escaped him as he thanked and paid the driver for the journey. You shot him a raised eyebrow as the taxi began to pull away, driving off into the night.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Grace grumbled, “let me take a look at your hand, and then I’ll go.” You rolled your eyes in defeat, unlocking your door and letting yourself in, the blond following behind. The both of you made sure to remove your shoes as you headed further inside, towards the downstairs bathroom.
After over a year of your complicated relationship, you’ve both become accustomed to each other’s homes, as frequent guests. He watched quietly as you rinsed the blood from your hand under cold water, dabbing it dry with a tissue as he pulled the first aid kit out from under the sink. You sat on the lid of your toilet seat, Ryland sitting on the edge of the bathtub as he took your hand into his lap.
You hissed as he used an alcohol wipe on your wounds, hand shaking. His grip on your wrist grew tighter, avoiding your gaze as you yelped in protest, but your voice died as you saw the rage storming in his eyes. Despite the anger in his expression, he still worked with gentle, dexterous hands, using medical tape on the cuts before wrapping your palm in gauze.
“...thanks.” You mumbled once he let your hand go.
Ryland took a deep breath, the anger dissipating once he looked back up at you, nodding in response to your gratitude. Something else replaced the strong emotion in his eyes, and to you, it was almost second nature to catch, but he quickly made his way to your front door, ready to leave.
“Wait, where are you going?” You spoke, following after him
“Home.” His tone was sharp, rushed.
“You’re not gonna stay?” Ryland glanced back at you at your question, jaw tensing. There was so much going on in his eyes you weren’t able to decipher it fully, and for the first time in a long time, you couldn’t read what he was thinking. The lack of knowledge scared you, a strange vulnerability eating you from the inside. You hated it, you hated him for making you feel like this.
“What, you want me to?” He almost growled, voice low as his grip on the doorknob had his knuckles turning white. “I thought I wasn’t your type.” He said quietly, averting his gaze.
Oh.
“Grace.” You put your hand over his, the other moving up to lay a finger gently on the side of his chin, “Ryland, look at me.” His resolve crumbled at the sound of his name slipping from your lips, reluctantly meeting your gaze. You took his hand from the doorknob, letting it hover over the bare skin of your collarbone, allowing him to choose if he wanted to take it further. Your eyes never left his as he lowered his palm, electricity sparking against your skin. “Do you think…” You shuddered as his hand slowly glided lower, tracing shapes just above your cleavage, “...that I would let you touch me like this…” you leaned closer to his ear, voice barely above a whisper, “...if I wasn’t drawn to you?”
His breath shook at your words as the flurry of negative emotions quickly dissolved into lust. “Did you lie just to get a rise out of me?” Darkness flashed in his irises, as he gazed, what felt like, directly into your soul.
Your lips curled into a smirk, leading him by his shirt back into the living room, “maybe.” You shrugged, shaking his jacket from your shoulders, revealing more skin. “Maybe I just liked the attention.”
Grace hands balled into fists at your words, jealousy seeping from every pore of his being. “You gotta tell me it’s okay to be rough with you.” That lit something dangerous in the pit of your stomach, he was always so considerate even when he wanted to ruin you.
You nodded as you pressed your lips against the skin of his neck, and he melted into it for a moment, only for him to gently push you away, mumbling ‘no’s under his breath.
“I need to hear you say it.” He said, his forehead resting on your shoulder. His breath was heavy as he clutched onto his resolve by a single thread. “Tell me what I can and can’t do - I don’t want to take it too far. Especially if you’ve been drinking.” His arms snaked around your waist, fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“Anything.” You murmured into his hair as you pressed a kiss to his scalp. “We can do traffic lights just in case.” That seemed to awaken something within him, as he threw you against the sofa, bouncing against the cushions. You always forgot just how strong he actually was, hidden behind his glasses and academic persona - he managed to surprise you every time.
He wasted not even a second before he climbed on top of you, nipping at your skin as his hands slid beneath your top, peeling it from you with a starved haste. His lips peppered against your neck, leaving you breathless, his hand on your throat with a test squeeze. Your eyes rolled back, a gasp escaping you at the haze that flooded your brain at the lack of oxygen.
Ryland grinned darkly at your reaction, before pulling himself off of you, lifting his shirt over his head. He sat opposite you on the sofa, legs spread as he freed his manhood from his pants. Your mouth watered at the sight, crawling up to him, his hand quick to tangle itself into the roots of your hair.
“You gotta get it nice and wet before you take it, okay?” He said, voice low as he guided your mouth to his tip. His head lolled back with a groan as your lips eagerly enveloped it, breathing through your noise as it hit the back of your throat. Such pretty noises spilled from his lips, mixed in with mumbles of your name. “Such a dirty little thing, flirting with other guys when all you wanted was my dick in your mouth.” A moan rumbled in your chest at his crude words, a stuttered groan falling from his mouth at the vibrations. You continued to suck on him, before his hips bucked upwards, causing you to gag on it. You lifted your head, leaving a filthy string of saliva between your lips and his member.
You knew you looked like a mess, but neither of you seemed to care.
Without warning, he flipped you over, cheek pressed into the armrest as your hips were pulled into the air, yelping as he harshly pulled down your pants, the fabric bunching above your knees. He kneeled behind you, sliding his sloppy member between your lips, his head nudging against your clit with each sway of his hips. You shivered at the sensation, whines on your tongue as you clenched around nothing, your arousal dripping onto his shaft.
“Tell me how bad you want it, baby.” He leaned over to murmur next to your ear, “or are you gonna let your pussy do all the talking?” You whimpered at his words, embarrassment coursing through you at the wet noises coming from between your legs.
“Please, Ryland…” You groaned under your breath as his hips stilled, tip pressed against your entrance, “please, I want you so bad.” You pushed your hips back for more stimulation, only to receive a smack to your behind, causing you to let out a low moan.
“Yeah?” There was a tinge of amusement in his tone, and you were sure that if you could see his face, there would be a shit-eating grin on it, “how bad?”
A whine tore from your throat as he began to push in slowly, the stretch delicious as your eyes rolled back. “S-so bad. Need it- need you, please.”
“Such a good slut for me.” He praised, before he slammed his hips into yours with a drawn out groan. The position had his tip kissing your cervix straight away, and Ryland wasn’t lying when he said he’d be rough with you, his pace relentless as his fingers dug into your hips hard enough to bruise. There was no time to get used to it, broken moans and whimpers unapologetically falling from your lips as you felt yourself losing your mind. “Yeah, this pussy is all mine, isn’t it?” He growled, pushing your head down into the armrest as he only fucked you with more force.
You could barely comprehend the question as only babbles left your lips, drool leaking onto the couch as he took out his frustration on you.
Ryland grumbled at the lackluster response, hips stilling deep within you. You whined at the change of pace, before he forced your arms behind your back, pulling your body upright with a hand at your throat. His hand wrapped around your wrists as he sped up yet again, a loud moan erupting from your chest as he drove repeatedly and directly into your g-spot. He mumbled a mixture of degrading praises directly into your ear, sucking a hickey underneath the lobe.
“No one’ll fucking dare touch you.” He growled into your skin. His possessive, jealous tone had you clenching around his throbbing shaft, “he was so goddamn lucky that you got to him first.” You weren’t sure if he was being serious with his insinuation (you had never seen him get violent before), but with the way your head was spinning, he could say anything and you would take it as law.
You could feel your orgasm building already, the coil winding in your lower abdomen as your moans devolved into strained whimpers. As always, Ryland could feel your release pending, breath shaky as he groaned into your skin, fingers pressing into the sides of your throat.
“Go on.” He said simply, not letting up his pace.
With that, the coil snapped, a broken moan spilling from your lips. However, despite you quivering, expression blissed out and body limp, Ryland continued to thrust at that similar ruthless pace, a sinister laugh escaping him as you weakly swatted behind you, falling forwards onto the couch.
“Is it too much?” He teased, nipping at your ear, “you can take it.” His hands returned to your hips as he straightened his back, “make up for being such a tease.” His manhood continued to bully your g-spot, tears springing in your eyes at the overstimulation, “when you know you’re mine.”
If your mind wasn’t in such shambles, his words would have probably surprised you.
His hips slowed as he saw the tears streaming down your face, “what colour are we on?” He mumbled, thrusting gently as he littered kisses down your spine.
You managed to mumble out a hoarse ‘green’, an almost sadistic smile on his face as he picked up the pace yet again.
“Yeah?” He chuckled darkly, pistoning into you at this point, and you were sure you were going to be sore in the morning, but the overwhelming pleasure distracted you from that fact, moans muffled against the armrest. “You like it when I fuck you like this, huh? When I ruin you?” The pleasure seemed to be clouding his mind at this point, as you weakly nodded in agreement. With the way his hips stuttered with each thrust, you knew he was close.
With one final guttural moan, he finished deep inside you, your name like a mantra on his tongue. A moment passed before he slowly pulled out, peppering kisses on every inch of you he could see, praises spilling from his lips in abundance. Your body trembled in the meanwhile, Ryland quickly gathering a warm cloth and some water to get you cleaned up and refreshed.
“You did so amazing.” He muttered as he knelt on the floor next to the couch, gently stroking your arm in comfort. “As always.” His voice was softer that time, an almost regretful look in his eyes as he watched you in such a vulnerable state.
You peeked an eye open, laughing at the concern in his gaze. “I’m not so fragile.” You murmured, flicking his forehead, to which he sent you a glare. “You of all people should know that best.”
Ryland nodded slowly in response, rolling his eyes. “I guess, doesn’t mean I can’t-”
“Don’t tell me you’re actually worried about me.” You chuckled teasingly, interrupting him, to which he remained silent. Your smile faltered at his reaction, your heart dropping into your stomach at the way he struggled to find the right words.
“Of course not.” He eventually scoffed, and you tried to ignore the way your heart twisted in disappointment.
Ryland stood to his feet with a quiet sigh, finding a blanket to keep you warm as he put his clothes back on. The comfort was quick to lull you to sleep, exhaustion finally settling in your bones.
And as always, Ryland was nowhere to be found in the morning.
I cannot believe how much support embers of yesterday is getting I love you all 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 the draft for part two has been written and will hopefully be dropped by Friday !! next one is a DOOZY
edit: it’s gonna have to be sometimes during the weekend it has been rough out here 😞 thank you so much for being patient 💫
summary: You were fairly disciplined in grad school, leaving with a renown reputation with your supervisors and an outright pass, but with such a demanding life path, you often had to blow off steam somehow. After almost a decade, you found yourself transferred as a new science teacher at Grover Cleveland Middle, but never in a million years would you have expected that here you would find your ex stress reliever - Ryland Grace.
tags: 18+ SMUT, AFAB reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, dry humping, p in v, creampie, switch!ryland (+ switch!reader ofc), needy!ryland, ryland likes his hair pulled, semi-public sex, enemies to lovers, rivals w benefits type beat, no kissing allowed, no use of Y/N for reader insert, porn with plot (pwp), not beta read.
notes: this is my first smut ever, as well as my first proper tumblr post,, i hope you guys enjoy it :) let me know if i missed any tags!
part one - part two - part three - part four
NSFW UNDER THE CUT! MDNI
The soft sunlight of the morning filtered through the blinds, a quiet ambience filling the classroom as you walked in, box in hand. You had finally arrived at Grover Cleveland Middle, since teaching middle school science for a couple of years, the district had you transferred here after the school population grew too much for the existing science teacher to handle on their own.
With a soft hum of a tune you couldn’t remember the name of, you unpacked item after item - a small plant, a couple of binders and some cards from your old students, making sure they were stood up by your computer monitor. A small smile curled at your lips at the sight, the crude yet sentimental artistic endeavours making something warm bloom in your chest.
You noticed the low light in the room, and decided to let more sunlight in instead of just the few rays that scattered across desks and chairs. As you reached up for the lift cord, a small knock rapped at the door behind you, an eerily familiar voice reaching your ears.
“Heya, sorry if I’m bothering you.” A charismatic tone, low and clear as you raised the blinds, the sound sending involuntary shivers down your spine. “I just wanted to say hello and introduce myself before the term starts.” The cogs clicked into place in your head, starting to spin as he continued to speak. You slowly turned to face him, a bitterness thrumming in your chest as your eyes met his features. He was looking away, at the new decorations that you had added to the classroom, as you leaned back against the window sill, onto the heels of your palms. He looked older than you remembered, expectedly, of course, but it was no mistake. “I’m-”
His eyes met yours, his introduction screeching to a halt as a flash of recognition crossed his face, his smile faltering as he stared at you for a moment, akin to a deer in headlights. His messy blond hair and crooked glasses were almost unchanged, but the way he held himself, in his grey suit and red tie, was much more reserved - more tame - than the young adult you used to know.
“Dr. Ryland Grace.” His name came out of your mouth with a smile, and albeit the friendly outwards appearance, something lethal and sharp lay underneath. He swallowed thickly at the sight of you, years of suppressing memories quickly coming undone as you took a step closer, your name and title falling from his lips in a breath of disbelief. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you again.” You took another step forward, and he almost stumbled back to maintain the distance, an air of dark amusement surrounding you.
He managed to stand his ground at the next step you took, a confidence he didn’t seem to remember how to wear hanging from his shoulders. “Neither did I.” He glared as you stopped barely a foot away - a safe distance, yet still tempting. “You’re the new science teacher?”
“I am.” Your hostile demeanour lessens at the question, folding your arms. Ryland nodded slowly, taking in the information with great difficulty.
“I didn’t know you wanted to teach.”
“You didn’t know anything about me.” The words escaped you without a second thought, venomous and personal, hurt crossing his expression before he covered it up with a nervous chuckle, hands raised. You sighed, walking back towards your desk, barely sparing him another glance. He released a deep sigh of his own, making his way to the doorway, a heaviness in his walk.
“I, uh, look forward to working with you.” He cracked a smile at you, tapping the head of the doorframe as he departed, a weakness in your knees appearing as you fell back into your chair, palms pressing into your eyes at the headache already starting to form.
You weren’t lying when you said you’d never thought you’d see him again.
Because who expects to see their ex-situationship almost a decade later?
~*~*~*~
Your vision was bleary as you stared down at your notes, the hum of your laptop drowned out by the buzz of caffeine in your veins. Despite having drunk enough to possibly kill a small animal, your eyes still threatened to close, a few days before your advisor wanted to see your lab report on all of the work you’ve been doing since you finished your qualifying exams. It was currently 2AM, and instead of sleeping, you were stuck in this sad corner of an empty university library trying to write another 1000 words before the end of the night. You were sure it couldn’t get worse.
But why of course, it could.
A laugh sounded from behind you, a glare already forming on your face before you even made eye contact. Only one person was annoying enough yet nerdy enough to bother you here at this ungodly hour.
“You look like death.” Ryland Grace huffed in amusement at the pitiful sight of you, mischief swimming in his eyes as he looked at you over the frames of his glasses.
“Fuck off, Grace.” You rolled your eyes at him, jaw clenching at the way his enjoyment only seemed to increase at your distaste.
It almost felt as if he made his own sick personal goal to mess with you whenever he could, from screwing with your results in first year labs to pointing out every error he could find in your thesis research, that same irritating smirk on his lips every time he managed to get under your skin. Unluckily for you, that was pretty often.
You tried your best to ignore him as he joined you on the plush booth couch, looking over your drafted worksheets and laptop screen with his lips pressed into a thin line. You waited for the petty comment, for him to point out the smallest mistake in between the lines, or critique the format of your graphs and diagrams, something. But nothing came.
“Must be really stressing you out, huh?” He said simply, voice low, that familiar darkness in his eyes as he placed a hand on your thigh, his hand warm against your skin.
You caught on almost immediately, the haziness in your head only amplifying the heat that grew between your legs. “What the hell are you doing?” You spoke lowly, breath hitching as his head dipped to the side of your neck, pressing a featherlight kiss under your ear.
“Helping you destress.” Ryland murmured, nipping at your lobe. “Tell me to stop.” He whispered, pausing for a moment to let you speak.
“...and if I don’t want you to?” You uttered, pulse raising as his gaze met yours, hungry and insatiable. His hand rode further up your thigh, tracing slowly against your skin, electricity sparking from his fingertips.
“I think you know that answer to that, don’t you?” He kissed down your throat, a breathy whine slipping from your lips as he sank to his knees between your legs, looking up at you with such shameless mirth that you knew he was exactly where he wanted to be. He hummed in satisfaction as your thighs subconsciously spread apart to accommodate space for him, lips peppering from your knee to your inner thigh, “clever girl.”
You bit your lip at the praise, all logical reasoning flying out of the window as his hands gripped your hips under your skirt, pulling you closer to the edge of your seat. Shame shot through you as he buried his face at your clothed core, taking your scent in with a deep breath. Ryland peered at you over his now fogged-up glasses, watching your face contort as he flattened his tongue against the fabric of your underwear, directly above your clit, pulling a shaky breath from your lungs. He laughed at the way it immediately soaked through, your hand reaching down to grip the hair at the back of his head before he dove back in.
Ryland groaned at the sensation, laughter vanishing as his brow furrowed with something desperate. He looked up at you, throat running dry at the venom in your gaze.
“I didn’t let you kneel between my legs just for you to tease me.” You spat, tightening your grip on his hair. You relished in the whine that tore from his throat, fingers digging into your thighs.
“Wait, no, I’m sorry.” He pleaded, “please, I’m sorry.”
“Hm?” You hummed, raising an eyebrow. “What do you want, baby?” Your voice was teasing, the thrill of degrading such an intelligent man causing shivers down your spine, “use your words.”
“Wanna taste you,” He murmured, leaning his head onto your thigh, “wanna make you feel good, please.” His words were shaky as he spoke, yet his eyes held such a strong conviction you couldn’t deny him of his wants.
You released your grip on his blond hair, and let it sit between the strands as you nodded with a hum. He wasted no time to pull your panties to the side, lips enveloping your clit as he sucked.
You threw your head back in pleasure, eyes rolling as he worked relentlessly, breathy moans spilling from your lips. You tried to squeeze your thighs together, only for him to force them apart, pulling away from your dripping folds with a click of his tongue.
“Let me make you feel good,” he hummed as he returned to his station, tongue collecting the nectar that glistened at your entrance as he licked a stripe up, ending with another swirl around your clit. “Don’t fight it.” He mumbled against you, the vibrations sending shocks through your body, legs twitching.
A hand travelled down to join his mouth, eyes darting up for confirmation. Once he saw your almost desperate nod, a finger slipped into your pussy, slick allowing it to slide effortlessly in, tongue flicking at your clit as he curled it against your g-spot. After months of this complicated relationship, Ryland had learned how to play you like a fiddle, knowing exactly how and where you wanted it, his analytical gaze reading you like a book as he continued to work against you. Your other hand flew to your mouth to stifle the moan that tore from your throat at the pleasure, something building in your lower abdomen without signs of stopping.
“It’s okay,” Ryland spoke, feeling the way your walls fluttered around his finger, prompting him to add another, “let it happen, baby. I’ve got you.” He mumbled against your clit, lightning shooting through you as the coil in your abdomen snapped, a broken noise tearing through you, muffled against the back of your hand.
He only pulled his mouth from your core once the aftershocks subsided, chin coated in your slick as he smiled up at you, pride in his chest at the blissed out expression on your face, removing his fingers from you. You rolled your eyes at the smugness on his face as he crawled back up your body, back scraping against the edge of the table, but he didn’t seem to notice - his pupils blown with desire.
Ryland leaned forward to press his lips into yours, in the heat of the moment, you assumed, but was halted by a single finger, your hand lowering to grip at his shirt. You gave him a brief glance of disapproval, before he seemed to understand, something you didn’t recognise in his eyes as he redirected the kiss to your jaw.
He swivelled over, back against the chair as he pulled you on top of him, suckling against the skin of your neck - you were sure he would leave a mark, but you didn’t care. Your nails scraped at his scalp as your arms wrapped against his neck, something hard and prominent poking your underside. You shifted experimentally, the drag of your pussy over the layers of fabric had him groaning under his breath. His forehead fell to your shoulder as his hands gripped your hips, keeping you in place.
“You’re dangerous.” He uttered, hands shaking as he held you tighter.
“You have a problem with that?” You asked, kissing the crown of his head as you trailed your hands down his unnecessarily large biceps, stabilising yourself against his forearms.
“Too late now.” Ryland raised his head, before purposefully lifted his hips up into yours, pushing your hips down at the same time. Your breath stuttered at the friction, eyes rolling back as you dug your nails into his arms. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, glasses having almost fallen off his nose, as he let out his own blissful sigh, jaw tightening.
He released his bruising grip, allowing you to rock your hips at your own pace as his hands wandered underneath the fabric of your shirt. You hugged his head as you ground down on his bulge, breath laboured and jittery right next to his ear. Still sensitive from your recent climax, your body shook, and you were certain you were staining the front of his pants. His hands reached the wire of your bra - a regular and boring one (you were not expecting visitors) - before pushing the garment downwards and under your breasts, groping at them with a small smirk on his face. You could feel your mind going blank, cursing under your breath when he pinches a bud between his middle and pointer finger.
You whined in complaint when he removed his hands from under your shirt, only to gasp softly when he began to work at your buttons, only needing to undo the top four to latch onto your left nipple, pawing roughly at the other.
“Grace…” You barely managed to whisper, hips pausing from overstimulation.
He bit harshly on your breast, causing you to choke back a loud cry, knowing what you did wrong.
“I-I can’t.” You stammered, body twitching as you tried to get your muscles to move, but failing miserably. He blinked slowly as he looked up at you, a semblance of pity in his eyes, before he lifted you up onto your knees, leaving a space between the two of you.
Just as you had predicted, a dark, wet stain marked the front of his trousers. He chuckled at the sight, before pulling it down, freeing his throbbing manhood. It stood tall and thick, weeping precum - you wouldn’t be surprised if he had contributed to the patch of juices where you once sat.
“You think you can take it?” Ryland mumbled, hand gripping the base of his cock as you hovered above it.
You nodded shakily, “at my pace.” He watched as you sank upon his shaft, enveloping him in your warmth as your walls squeezed around him. A groan of your name slipped from his lips, matching the low moan that escaped yours, thighs trembling as you continued to lower yourself. Once your hips were flush to his, he peppered kisses along your cheek and jaw, smiling with each one.
“There you go.” He praised, “taking all of me so well, huh?” The words were barely coherent in your head of mush, autopilot grinding your hips. Ryland’s hands lingered on your waist, allowing you to take full control, not wanting to push you further than you could take.
He filled you up so nicely, the sway of your hips allowing him to press snugly against your g-spot, soft whimpers falling from your lips as you pressed your forehead against his, noses touching. You didn’t catch the way his eyes flickered down, tempted yet hesitant. Your body stuttered, snapping him out of his daze as his hands steadied you, concern flashing in his eyes.
“I’ve got you.” Ryland murmured, holding you close as you leaned forwards, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “You want me to take over?”
At the tired nod, he began to experimentally thrust upwards, and you bite down on his shoulder to muffle your moans, pulling a low groan from him. As pleasure clouded your mind, he began to speed up, the lewd sound of skin against skin reaching your ears, paired with the noises you both failed to hold in. His pace was bruising, tip pushing against your g-spot with each thrust. You could feel the coil in your abdomen begin to wind once more, your head thrown back in a pleasure that was blinding.
Suddenly, he stood from his seat, your back falling against the table - atop your notes - as he continued his relentless pace, hand snaking down to rub circles into your clit. You took your lip between your teeth to try to keep yourself grounded, biting down hard enough to draw blood, but to no avail.
Your voice caught in your throat, coil winding tighter and tighter, as his other arm held onto your thigh, ankle over his shoulder. This position had him reaching deeper than you could have even imagined, tip kissing your cervix as he pistoned into you. Your bleary eyes managed to catch the blissed expression on his face: eyebrows screwed together as he looked down at you, lips parted as breathy whimpers fell from them. Your core began to pulse, signalling your imminent release.
“R-Ryland…!” You cried out, a smirk curling his lips as he gripped you tighter, yet not changing his pace or movement at all.
“You wanna cum, huh?” His voice was low and teasing, before he pressed a kiss to your calf, the thumb on your clit slowing. He gave you a sideways glance, a knowing look in his eyes - almost evil. You knew exactly what he wanted. “Beg for it.”
Your mind reeled, the rare domineering tone in his voice had your pussy clenching even more than it was already, before you looked at him with a broken expression. “Please.” You managed, but he only slowed even further.
“Hm? What do you want, baby?” There was that familiar cocky tinge in his voice as he mocked your prior words, his hum bordering on a growl. “Use your words.”
Your hips twitched, a fragmented whimper tearing from your throat.
“P-Please let me cum.” You begged, “please, Ryland, I need it.” The smug smile on his face grew at your words, before he returned to his bruising pace, one hand drawing circles into your clit as the other pressed down on your lower abdomen.
“Such a good girl,” He praised, breath heavy as he devoted all of his energy into your pleasure, “cum for me.”
You were seeing stars, eyes rolling back as the dam broke, babbles falling from your lips as his hips stuttered, feeling your walls painted white as he followed behind you. He continued to thrust through both of your climaxes, eventually slowing to a stop, sweaty and spent.
You don’t quite recall what happened between then and ending up curled up on the couch, fading in and out as Ryland sat before your laptop, your head laid on his thigh as he stroked atop it.
“You did such a good job,” your name followed, "I'm so proud of you.” His tone was soft and affectionate - a rarity, but one that always followed a session as intense as this. “You can get some rest, I’ll take care of this.” A thumb caressed your cheek as he sighed, using his other hand to pull your laptop closer.
“Don’t fuck it up.” You mumbled, the lull of sleep drawing you in.
guys what are your opinions on a ex fuck buddy x reader fic with Ryland Grace (enemies to lovers)?? there is something evil in my mind and it is cooking
edit: the first rough runthrough has been written 🤭 it is delicioussss and should hit the blog by the end of the week <33
#real #not to be salty but this is what ive been saying#like everyone out here really still acting like fanfic isnt really writing#like its subpar and like it cant be good and have amazing lines#even fanfic writers treat it like its LESS and like theyre PLAY writing and not actually writing#like friend buddy ican ASSURE YOU that fanfic is every bit as real and good as writing from books#the only difference between fic and actual books is that books go through several stages of processing and editing and filtering#and are worked on by professionals who studied the craft of editing#while fanfiction cuts that filtering and everyone gets a chance to be heard and to be read#and instead of editors we have peer editing and reviewing#dont be fucking tricked by the mass notion that anything that young girls and queer people are interested in is immediately bad and subpar#bc it is fucking not #i will FIGHT for it #fanfiction (tags by @crossroadswrite bacause they add so much to this post)
The real irony is there is plenty of fanfiction that goes through more rigorous editing than some published fiction. So the difference in quality between fanfiction and “professional writing” is totally arbitrary and made up. Except that some things that are more expensive are worse.
REALLY FUN FACT for big cats cheetahs are fucking docile as shit
my grandfather ran a cheetah sanctuary in south africa and he’d just lie with them and sleep among them and they’d rub against him and chirp at him they’re big fucking babies
Another Fun Fact: Cheetahs are incredibly nervous animals. One of the (many) reason’s they’re going extinct is that cheetahs are so sensitive and nervous, some of them are literally too nervous to breed. Others will breed, but stress themselves out so much, they’ll lose their cubs.
So zoos with breeding programs had to figure out how to make cheetahs comfortable enough to first of all, get laid and secondly - not spazz themselves into miscarrying.
So what’d they do?
They gave the cheetah’s their very own Service Dogs!
The dogs make them feel safe, protected and secure!
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